fetish no. 1
Damon Hubbs

 

We’re waiting for the movie to begin     in the fell of dark, in the high hall.
You’re wearing a siamese shoe.
I’m reading a cento with a luminous nose.
Do you remember that sex shop run by 19th century mystics?
The human eye sees through emotions.
We’re waiting for the movie to begin     in the fell of dark,
in the high hall cherubs slide the balustrades
grab sex things, sing dream songs
with a higher throat until I bite my lip.
Whose heads are we in?
We’re waiting for the movie to begin     in the fell of dark, in the high hall.
Bananas don’t grow in Tokyo.
I’ll provide a list of sources
like an amendment to a memory made in amber.
When I was a master shoemaker I ate candy made of eyes.
We’re waiting for the movie to begin     in the fell of dark, in the high hall.

if She Dies
MaryAnne Bernardo
@mar3plus3

A circuit of dreams pulses outside her window

The grass settling itself
A morning dove flying high above a beech tree

Will anyone know if she dies?

Folding
her hands over
The dark in her eyes
follow the raised tracks of veins called to surface

She ran to their every whim
Never stopping to think
If she wanted to

do that
go there

She has been knocking f so long
the door is down
Still
Not a soul to see

The longing for relief at home in her light eyes
Her hands and feet begging for respite

Every bit of unkindness saved for the reflection in the mirror

The shadow of her grandmother
Ascending the ladder of her spine

Pushing her to life
While death dares to dance

Will anyone know if she dies?

 

 

Moon
Edward McLaughlin
@lastsundown_poetry

 

i put on my moon-boots to walk to the bar
but never made it
i swallowed the neighborhood creek instead
choked on its gravity
and glorified memories

my eyes only seeing what was never there

i was alone and out of poems
maybe i could bounce to the moon
for some new material,
after the bar

but i remembered that i no longer drank booze
and fell asleep without fear
dreams of a green sky with a pink flying cat
that didn’t meow, only squawked

i woke up the next morning with a
broken arrow sticking out from my black heart

you were standing over me
your leopard print suitcase beside you,
filled with fake smiles,
ready to move your chaos into mine

i could only look for the nearest window
to jump out of

a moon-booted leap into space, away
from your eyes that i could never say no to